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Everybody loves AL. Why, you ask? In order to answer that, we have to go back aways.

1947: A spacecraft alledgedly crash-landed in the hills of Cape Girardau, MO. Through slight-of-hand, and misdirection, the government convinced everyone a "weather balloon" had come down in New Mexico causing mass panic, lunatic-conspiracy fringe groups, and increased tourism.

1962: Having been granted clemency by JFK, & unable to develop an adequate fuel source to return him to his dimension, AL went to work with the NASA space program helping us with the "simple" solution of reaching the surface of the moon.

1978: After a failed attempt at an ammendment to change the Contistution and allow for foreign born citizens to run for the Presidency, AL became disolutioned with government & politics, packed up his gear, and headed west in search of that ever elusive "something". After a brief stint as a short order cook in Tucson, Az, AL made his way to the O.C. and discovered the very "something" he had been searching for... the surf. When it comes to "toes on the nose" there are none better.

1996: One evening while collecting driftwood along the San Oh-no-fre beach line, Al came across a strangely clad form that looked oddly enough like the very driftwood he carried. After deciding against using it for the fire (a decision he regrets depending on the day you ask him.), AL nursed STYKMAN™ back to health and has been with him ever since.

Present Day : due to his proclivities to excel in the sciences, homemaking and diplomacy, Al continues to provide the weapons, vehicles, shoulder to cry on, and bail money necessary to keep STYKMAN™ in the fight.

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